Barton Silverman/The New York Times The Knicks defeated the Indiana Pacers on April 14.Dear Diary:
My beloved New York Knickerbockers,
Whom I do adore.
You have the kind of talent,
Not bought in any store.
You make LeBron quiver,
And Kobe breaks into a sweat.
Melo buries a three,
Like nobody is as wet.
J.R. hits a game-winner,
And stares you in the eye,
Every time he does this,
You should just say goodbye.
When Raymond throws an alley-oop
And Tyson slams it home,
They do this almost every night,
It chills you to the bone.
When J. Kidd steals the ball from you
It jumps right out of your hand,
He shoots a three and nails it,
And your momentum is not grand.
When Shump throws a pass to you,
It’ll burn off both your hands.
He’ll also steal the ball from you,
And do a creative jam.
This poem was submitted on behalf of the author, age 12, by his parents, Robert and Geraldine Welch. It was written as part of a seventh-grade poetry project that encouraged students to write about their passions.
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